Chapter 75 A coquettish escape from death Ye Xieming approached Jing Yirong and kissed Jing Yirong blatantly on the cheek, "Your smell is very attractive to me, the devil."
"Don't touch me!" Jing Yirong looked disgusted.
Ye Xieming laughed provocatively, "Jing Yirong, if you move Nalan Zhijin now, you will turn into a dead body."
"One day I will tear off your mask and make you pay for everything you did today," Jing Yirong had no choice but to warn sternly.
Ye Xieming simply ignored Jing Yirong's vigilance, "Jing Yirong, don't you hate people who talk nonsense the most? Why have you become such a person now? You can't even touch me.
Not to mention tearing off this mask of mine, unless one day I willingly take off the mask, otherwise I will never see my true face in this life."
"Your true face should make me feel sick." Jing Yirong said coldly.
Ye Xieming narrowed his eyes, and his originally excited smile instantly faded, "Jing Yirong, you won't disgust me, you won't and can't."
Ye Xieming saw that Liu Mo's treatment process was about to end, so he pressed his lips on Jing Yi Rong's neck again and then disappeared.
"That's it." Liu Mo ended on time.
Jing Yirong looked at Liu Mo dissatisfied, "If you had ended it earlier, Ye Xieming wouldn't have run away."
"If I had ended it earlier, your injuries would have been more serious," Liu Mo said matter-of-factly as he packed up his tools, "Your martial arts are indeed very high, but they are far behind compared to Ye Xieming. If Jing Yirong wants to
To defeat Ye Xieming, you still need to practice."
Jing Yirong got out of bed and covered Nalan Zhijin with a quilt, "When will he wake up?"
"Tomorrow, he can wake up tomorrow, but his injury is very serious and he must rest. Don't let him practice martial arts in the past half month, and don't exercise too much." Liu Mo washed the blood on his hands, "But don't worry, he is old
He recovers quickly and won’t have any sequelae.”
"I understand." Jing Yirong stood up and opened the room, and Nalan Zhenqi came to greet him, "Master, how is the tenth brother?"
"He's fine, he'll wake up tomorrow. You've all been standing all day, go back and rest." Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Qingyi, Ye Xieming's kiss flashed in his mind for no reason, and he immediately turned away unnaturally.
Nalan Qingyi stepped forward and supported the pale Jing Yirong, "Are you okay? You look very bad."
"She has used up too much internal energy and lost a lot of blood. Just cook more chicken soup to replenish her in the past few days." Liu Mo walked out of the house and patted his clothes, "Nalan Zhenqi, I have already accepted your request.
That’s done, it’s time for me to go back.”
"Senior, won't you wait for the tenth brother to wake up? If the tenth brother encounters another situation..."
"The people I have treated do not need to be reworked again." Liu Mo interrupted Nalan Zhenqi, "Nalan Zhenqi, since I have saved your tenth brother, there will be no more accidents. Unless he is injured again,
Otherwise, I can tell you for sure that in less than a month, he will become your lively tenth brother again."
"Thank you, senior," Nalan Zhenqi handed over his hand and wrote, "If senior has anything to say in the future, just say it, and I, Nalan Zhenqi, will do my best."
Liu Mo wanted to refuse, but the ghostly Qiao Shuang'er suddenly flashed in his mind, so he didn't refuse, "You'd better remember what you said today. If I need help in the future, I will definitely not
Be polite to you."
"A gentleman's words are hard to follow." Nalan Zhenqi's solemn promise.
Liu Mo nodded with satisfaction, and then left the palace without even eating a meal.
Jing Yirong always felt that Liu Mo's words just now had an ulterior motive, as if he felt that one day he would need Zhenqi. After all, the strange doctor Liu Mo had never accepted gratitude from others, because he was too conceited, so he simply
No need.
Apart from Liu Mo's strange treatment methods, he was basically a miracle doctor, and what he said was naturally very accurate. Nalan Zhijin woke up the next afternoon, and only Xiao Yan and Nalan Zhenqi were there at that time.
around.
Nalan Zhijin opened his eyes because of the unbearable pain in his chest. His eyelids were heavy as if they were covered with several layers of quilts. He opened them slowly after a long time, and then the scar on his chest ached faintly.
Instinctively, I wanted to put my hand to hold the wound, but found that my hand was being held in someone's hand.
Lowering his eyes, he saw Nalan Zhenqi sleeping next to the bed. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight and even had dark circles under his eyes.
Nalan Zhijin opened his mouth and made a hoarse voice from his dry throat, "Brother Seven, Brother Seven."
Nalan Zhenqi felt a voice coming into his ears. He originally thought it was just his fantasy, but when he heard it again, he felt that it was extremely real. He suddenly opened his eyes and met Nalan Zhijin's smiling eyes, which were lifeless.
He immediately burst into excitement, "Brother Shi, you're awake!"
"Yes," Nalan Zhijin nodded lightly, "Brother Qi, I'm so thirsty?"
"I'll help you pour tea." Nalan Zhenqi immediately stood up and walked to the table, poured a glass of water for Nalan Zhijin, then carefully lifted Nalan Zhijin up for fear of touching his wound, and then carefully fed him
He drank the tea.
Xiao Yan was carrying a basin of hot water into the house at this time, and found that Nalan Zhijin was also very excited when she woke up, "Tenth Prince, you are awake."
"Sister Xiao Yan." After being moistened by the hot water, even her voice was no longer hoarse.
Xiao Yan immediately put down the water and said, "I'll call the princess over."
After saying that, he ran out. Nalan Zhenqi held Nalan Zhijin in his arms, "Tenth brother, you don't know how worried we are about you. You must not get hurt for me next time."
After Nalan Zhenqi said it, the scene of that day gradually returned to Nalan Zhijin's mind, and the temporary blanks were filled. Nalan Zhijin raised his head and asked, "Brother Qi, I slept for a long time
Time?"
"It's been nearly a month." Nalan Zhenqi felt Nalan Zhijin's rising and falling chest and the temperature of his body, and finally relaxed, "You have suffered really badly."
The injury was so severe that even the witch doctor couldn't cure it. Later, the master took us out of the palace to find Liu Mo, a famous strange doctor in the world, and he saved you."
"I was hurt so badly." Nalan Zhijin only felt bursts of pain in his chest after he woke up. Before that, he had no consciousness at all.
Nalan Zhenqi nodded vigorously, "Well, not only were you seriously injured, but you also lost a lot of blood. The master gave you a lot of blood, and she still has internal energy to continue your heart. Tenth brother
, Master really cares about you, although she never says it, she has done a lot of things for you."
"I know that master cares about me. I have always known it." After Nalan Zhijin learned that Jing Yirong had saved him with her blood, he smiled happily again. In the past, people said that blood was the only connection between relatives.
Now that the master's blood has entered his body, does it mean that he and the master are also relatives?
The door was pushed open, and Nalan Qingyi and Jing Yirong walked into the house one after another. Nalan Qingyi stepped forward and hugged Nalan Zhijin, "Tenth brother, you finally woke up. We have been worried about you."
"Brother Prince, you squeezed your hand so tightly that it hurt me." Nalan Zhijin muttered, leaning against Nalan Qingyi's arms.
Nalan Qingyi felt that she had lost her composure and quickly retracted her hand, scratched her head and smiled, "I'm so excited, but it'll be fine if you wake up."
"Master," Nalan Zhijin seemed to have not called these two words for a long time, and now that he was called out, even he was a little moved.
Jing Yirong stood by the bed and did not approach Nalan Zhijin. She just looked at his smile that bloomed again and felt very satisfied.
Nalan Qingyi saw Jing Yirong standing still, clearly wanting to get closer but deliberately keeping a distance. Even Nalan Zhijin's original eager eyes became a little pitiful. Nalan Qingyi lowered his head and quietly looked at Nalan Qingyi.
Lan Zhijin said in his ear, "Now that you are injured, take the opportunity to act coquettishly and let your master hold you for a while."
Nalan Zhijin's eyes widened, "Is it okay?"
"Of course." Nalan Qingyi smiled mischievously, "According to what I said, it's definitely not wrong. You're acting coquettishly and pretending to be pitiful."
Nalan Zhijin's weak body sat up a little straighter, and his small mouth dropped pitifully, "Master..."
"What's wrong?" Jing Yirong frowned. She originally thought that she would die anyway and didn't want to deal with him anymore, but she still couldn't bear to face Nalan Zhijin's miserable look.
"The wound hurts." Nalan Zhijin stroked his chest with one hand and said softly, pouting.
Jing Yirong sat down by the bed, took Nalan Zhijin's hand and held it in his hand. While carefully examining Nalan Zhijin's wounds, he looked at the blood-stained gauze and felt that it softened without even making a sound.
, "It is normal for people to feel pain in their wounds when they wake up, and the wounds are well bandaged, so there should be no problems."
"Oh." Nalan Zhijin took the opportunity to get close to Jing Yirong, and held Jing Yirong tightly with his soft little hands, "As long as the master is here, everything will be fine for me."
Jing Yirong felt that Nalan Zhijin was pushing into her arms. She wanted to push him away but was afraid of hurting him. Her stiff hands could only pat Nalan Zhijin's back and let Nalan Zhijin absorb it.
Her rare embrace.
A seven-year-old child, in the society of a thousand years later, will only go to elementary school. When he is sick, he will look for adults to act like a spoiled brat. Now Nalan Zhijin is much more sensible than those children, and he doesn't usually do it at all.
He treated him as a child and was harsh and harsh to him.
This time he finally escaped death, and Jing Yirong was willing to soften up just once, just to accomplish what Nalan Zhijin deserved as a child.
Nalan Zhijin leaned peacefully in Jing Yirong's arms and gave Nalan Qingyi a thumbs up. Sure enough, the person who knew the master best was the prince. Nalan Zhenqi also showed that he was the most relaxed in this month.
Smile, the tenth brother is finally fine, and it won't be long before they can return to the free life they had before.
Nalan Qingyi always had a faint smile on his lips. He was too happy to see this scene in front of him. He was even more grateful that the person who understood Jing Yirong best was himself, and the person closest to her was also him.